Chapter 203: Trapped in Wangchuan

"you……"
Su Sifang smiled slightly: "Senior Sister Tong got stuck on the road? Let Sifang wait."
Sang Tong looked at Su Sifang in a preoccupied manner. First, he used the Cloud Ascension technique and then was teleported to Fengdu City from Chenghuang himself. Su Sifang was actually faster than himself, and there was only one explanation: the method of primordial spirit out of the body.
Sang Tong never thought that Su Sifang had actually cultivated the ability to get out of his body and set foot in another world without the help of any external force!
With his talents, he can't keep up even if he cultivates for another twenty years.
What she saw at this time was Su Sifang's primordial spirit. If she stepped on a few pieces of green lotus and added a few rays of Buddha's light, she was afraid that countless Yin soldiers in this capital city would fall down and worship.
Su Sifang's smile hurt Sang Tong's eyes: The bright moon in the sky may be projected into the water, giving mortals the illusion that it is very close to you, but it is just a reflection.
Who can dominate the Osmanthus Palace in nine days?
Su Sifang originally came to this world, and Western Bliss is where she should go.
And what I can do is to help her consummation soon.
Su Sifang didn't know that Sang Tong had thought so much for a while, her lips still had a shallow arc, and her dark eyes showed a little bit of stars.
Sang Tong opened his eyes without a trace, and felt sore at the thought that this person would fly into the air one day.
Suddenly, she laughed again.
Why do you laugh at yourself?
For thousands of years, this is something that many monks have dreamed of but couldn't? I should be happy.
Su Sifang narrowed his smile, frowning between his eyebrows: "Sister Tong?"
Sang Tong raised his palm: "Stop! Don't go any further."
The legs that stepped away came to a halt, and there were still two or three steps between the two.
"Sister Tong?"
"The light from your body is too dazzling. Keep our distance."
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"Let's go, go to Mu Rong. Let me say that I can only use my Luyin Deeds by one person. If the Yin Soldiers don't let you in, I can't help it."
Su Sifang smiled without saying a word, and came to the gate of the city together with Sang Tong.
The yin soldiers who guarded the city looked at the two of them, gave Su Sifang a Buddhist ritual, and said politely: "Venerable is coming to Fengdu City, but are you going to Wangchuan River to save your souls?"
"Amitabha, this time is here to find someone."
"I don't know who the Lord is looking for?"
"An old friend."
"Venerable please."
So Su Sifang passed the pass safely under a kindly gaze, and when he arrived at Sangtong's place, the ghosts and soldiers armed with spears raised their weapons and shouted: "Who is here!"
? ? ? ?
Su Sifang stopped, turned around, and smiled.
Sang Tong felt a puff of anger against his chest, and took out the customs clearance document hidden in his sleeves: "Look clearly, let the order fall."
The ghost soldier saw Wen Di and bowed in fear: "See the Great."
Sang Tong gave a cold snort and walked over quickly.
After passing by Su Sifang, he whispered dissatisfiedly: "I don't rely on face to pass customs like some people."
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"Those ghosts know you?"
"Sifang had been here in the early years by Master's order to save the souls of the dead."
The two came to the secluded place Sang Tong to let Su Sifang take care of the wind, and took out their mobile phones to dial Mu Rong's number.
It rang a lot and no one answered it, but it prompted the shutdown after the second call.
Sang Tong's heart sank: "Something happened to Mu Rong."
...
Besides, Mu Rong was hiding in the alley and waiting for support, but he didn't want the black and white impermanence to take a step ahead of Sangtong, and used the Yin Yang Post to directly send it back to Fengdu City.
As long as the soul in the capital city is not black and white, there is no impermanence that can't be found. Xie Bian's Fan Wushao relatives will rush to Mu Rong.
Mu Rong didn't know that the danger was coming quietly, suddenly! Yatakyo, who had been sleeping in her spirit sea, reacted!
"Well, where are you Mu Rong?"
Yata Kami's voice sounded lazy and feeble, as if he hadn't woken up yet.
"you're awake!"
"I sensed two powerful nether auras coming here, forcibly waking up."
"Seven masters and eight masters seem to know about you in my body, and I am waiting for support."
Yatayama was silent for a few seconds: "Those two guys once fought with me. They can't help me. It's just that I signed a natal contract with you. With your current strength, I can't exert my strength. Those two guys If I catch you, I will definitely kill you. Once the host dies, I will become a stone that cannot be recovered for a thousand years."
"I'm sorry, but signing a weak master like me has caused you to be humiliated with your magnificent artifact."
"Now is not the time to talk about this. Thousands of years are just a sleep for me, but your life is only one time. I am afraid that the time I woke up this time will not last too long. I feel the strong lifelessness of you. Is it in the underworld, right?"
"Ok."
Goudan was silent again, and Mu Rong's heart hung up, not knowing if Yazhijing was asleep again.
Fortunately, after a while he spoke again: "I remember that there is a place called Wangchuanhe in the underworld of your flower planter, right?"
"Correct."
"Hurry over."
"it is good."
Mu Rong jumped out of the alley and ran at full speed. She felt that Yata Mirror was struggling to support her, and they didn't have much time.
Black and white impermanence locked Mu Rong's breath and led the Yin soldiers to chase after him at full speed.
Mu Rong also felt the opponent's position and ran as fast as he could.
At this moment, the phone rang, and she was about to press the answer button with a "swish" sound, a Liuya wiped her ear, shaking her hand, the phone fell to the ground and slid far, and was stepped on by the chasing Yin soldier. The sparse.
Xie Bian roared: "Who allowed you to release arrows? I caught my lord alive!"
"Yes!"
A drop of cold sweat passed between Xie Bian's forehead: If the arrow shot Mu Rong's soul just now, everything would be lost!
He finally waited for a reasonable excuse to force Mu Rong to surrender his soul and live forever and stay in Feng to do a bad job. This time he must not repeat the same mistakes!
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"What to do! Mu Rong's phone is turned off!"
Su Sifang moved the Buddha beads and closed his eyes, and thousands of strands of soul silk floated out of her spiritual platform, covering the entire capital city in an instant!
"Walking here, Mu Rong is being chased by a large number of people."
It is not allowed to ride the clouds and fog in the Fengdu city, and even the gods cannot without the special approval of the king.
The black and white impermanence are riding on the tall horse and the distance to Mu Rong is getting closer and closer.
"Seven brother, the front is Wangchuanhe."
"Ok."
Bai Wuchang is a little relieved, forgetting Chuan River is the Tiandu Tianmo, and it flows upstream from the depths of hell, without knowing its source; it is abruptly divided into two, and there is only a narrow arch bridge on the river called Naihe, by Meng Po guard.
Mu Rong definitely couldn't pass Po Meng's hurdle. The feathers on the Wangchuan River did not float, and there was no wave.
There are countless souls of idiotic men and women wandering in it, all of them voluntarily sinking into the river because they don't want to give up the memories of previous lives.
Xie Bian took the reins and slowed down the speed of chasing. He enjoyed the process of chasing. He wanted to take a look at this man who had caused them headaches for thousands of years, this embarrassing look.
Mu Rong was panting heavily, already faintly seeing Wangchuan River.
"Murong, let's talk, I'm afraid of falling asleep."
"Okay, what do you want to talk about?"
"This may be our last conversation."
"why?"
"Heh, I don't know if it was because of signing a contract with you, a mortal, I have not only not recovered from my injury after sleeping for so long, but my spiritual power has also been exhausted; I can't support basic sobriety."
"Then what to do?"
"You don't have to worry about me, but I am afraid that I will sleep until you end of life unless I..."
"Unless what?"
"It's nothing, but I have to pity the Yatakyo generation artifact, but she has to hide in a mortal body and sleep deeply. When she dies, she will turn into a stone and sleep for another thousand years."
"Dogdan, Wangchuanhe is here."
"Well, I sensed it."
"and then?"
"Do you believe in Sang Yu?"
Mu Rong replied without hesitation: "Believe!"
"Even if you put your life in her hands?"
"Yes, I believe her anyway."
"Well, you can jump down."
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"No time to explain, jump!"
Mu Rong clenched his teeth, flashed the look of the night Sangyu fighting against the Pipa ghost king in his mind, and jumped!
Before being completely immersed in the river water, Yata Kagami’s voice came: "You and I have a natal contract, as long as I am in your body, the soul chains of those two guys cannot hold you; but you are afraid that you will suffer some suffering. ."
"Seventh brother, Murong her!"
Xie Bian couldn't care about the rules of the underworld, and volleyed out of the soul chain.
The chain fell into the river and stirred like a dragon, but when it was pulled up, the other end was empty.
"Brother Seven! What should I do?"
"Unexpectedly, she jumped in."
Fan Wujiao said to Xie Bi'an, "Seven brothers, there is no going in or out of Forgotten Chuan, how about we?"
"Confused! Did you forget that His Royal Highness did not know what we did!"
"Then what to do?"
"You stay and deal with these soldiers, I will go to the magistrate."
"What about Po Meng?"
"Don't worry about that woman, she won't care about this stall."
Xie Bi'an stepped onto the tall horse and halted to the direction of the Palace of the King of the Lords. Fan Wujiu pinched a magic trick and flew hundreds of soul-locking chains from his cuffs to bind a group of ghost soldiers and ghosts together.
"Baye?"
"My Lord God?"
Fan Wujiu didn't say a word, and with a wave of his big sleeve, the tied soldier would be thrown into the Wangchuan River.
When Sang Tong and Su Sifang hurried over, there was only a black figure on the bank of Wangchuan River, and Fan Wujiu stood with his back on their backs.
"I don't know what's the matter when the two of you come here on the bank of Wangchuan?"
"Where is Mu Rong?"
Fan Wujiu turned around: "Presumptuously, it's just that because of a copy of the inscriptions in the shadows, the little mortal dare to be rude to this god?"
The author has something to say: It's almost time to zoom in, and the days are not far for everyone.
I always thought this story was so long and long, but now it seems not as long as I expected, and it should be over in October.